Image via Dab’s Magazine
It was Carl Sagan who said,
“We’re made of star stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”
The following was posted by ZenPencil.com on November 9th of this year, on the 83rd anniversary of Carl Sagan's birth. He passed away in 1996. I have two apologies to make. The first is that I did not post this earlier, but I had misplaced it. The second is that I know it runs over some other stuff on the right side of the page but I was unable to adjust the size. Regardless, it is well worth looking at & taking what you can from it.
If you have some tissues handy, you might first want to read this from his wife, Ann Druyan:
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care
of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important
than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again.
But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that
was wonderful.”
If you have some tissues handy, you might first want to read this from his wife, Ann Druyan:
"When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being
a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and
ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife.
They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with
unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that
we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited
with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly
twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life
is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything
other than a final parting.
Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was
miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew
we were beneficiaries of chance. . . . That pure chance could be so generous
and so kind. . . . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully
in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. . . .
That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me
and it’s much more meaningful. . . .
